torn • A+L •

• 6 •

I was watching TV before hearing the door bust open very aggressively. Not bothering to turn around knowing they were finally there, I began my questionnaire.

"Where the hell have you both been?" They both had bags, many bags, and it seemed to me to be more like dresses. Are they going to a party?

"We were preparing you, updating your closet of course! I mean look at what you're wearing Jesus--"

"Okay! What do you mean 'preparing me'?" They glanced at themselves in pure awe of my obliviousness.

"You're kind of going on a date with Abel freaking Tesfaye what the hell?!" I was surprised to hear Hilda say this, how did she know?

"What? How did you-- it's not really a date!" They both smirked in response making me roll my eyes.

"Were not stupid, we checked your phone idiot and found out that La Mar has been texting you! As in La Mar fucking Taylor! Like Abel's best friend?!" Vanesa said mirroring Hilda's previous tone.

"Hold up. You checked my phone? And stop acting like Abels some kind of God! I nearly even know him! Scratch that! I've only seen him for like three seconds, it's not that serious!" I confess, but they don't seem in any way convinced.

"Bitch, you are wearing this dress! I don't give three fucks if you don't want to, you're going to fucking wear it!" I rolled my eyes once more realizing that this was exactly what I didn't want.

"I'm not wearing any of those dresses, they're probably half a thousand dollars!" Hilda looks away before mumbling an innocent: '926$ to be exact' and clearing her throat afterwards.

"92-- okay no, I'm done, whatever I don't care" I lay back on the couch in defeat before hearing them shuffle the items in my room. I remembered the bra the guy brought for Hilda, so I screamed her name hoping she would respond.

"This guy he--" I noticed other writing in the back of the note instantly stealing my attention.

Oh, and about that drink, I was thirsty

Puzzled, I thought about any drink I could've possibly owned. I remembered the soft drink I brought back from the mall. I had left it on the kitchen counter, so I ran to the kitchen to see the counter clean and empty.

"What the hell" I knew that five seemed odd.

"What did you need?" Hilda was munching on a granola bar making her voice come out a bit muffled.

"Nothing"

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"I think this one looks better" Vanesa declared eyeing the dress throughly.

"For the hundredth time Vanesa, and you too Hilda, I'm not wearing that dress" They both sighed in unison.

"You'll regret it" They left my room, giving me some privacy to change and as soon as I did I began to feel the nerves kick in. God, did I hate this feeling.

I applied some makeup, enough to cover up a couple of imperfections on my profile. The reflection on the mirror looked back at me just like how it did just a couple of seconds ago. I looked the same. With a huff, I walked out of my room in defeat straightening the dress in hopes to pull the dress a little lower.

"Holy sh-- you are looking..." Hilda says before letting out a holler.

"You look nice" Vanesa smiles and I can tell it's genuine.